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Sun Machine
It landed in the dead of a meadow, a dome of yellows and reds, colors long forgotten to the children of the God’s Land. Here all was gray and sepia. Dying grass and ashen skies.
Tell me again about the park.
She smiled, it was late.
There are no parks anymore.
Why?
The Fall took away the summers.
The Fall keeps us safe. The Fall gives us Bread. Bread makes us pure. Bread, so we don’t want. Momma says I need to know this at all times.
She closed her eyes and held his hand. A kiss on his forehead.
The ever watchful eye of the Fall protecting us all.
Hush.
When darkness ripped into the world, chasming the fabric that bound humanity together, all lost ye who entered. Governments in search of cleansing sacrificed into the Void, gorging the world sterile and uniform.
Easier to navigate. To Fall was to be perfectly in line.
The boy was hidden, his green eyes and red hair an offense to this new world. His grandmother told of a time before. The world shimmered with the vibrations of stirring life, a fairy tale spun by her who remembered.
The Sentinel deemed her too fragile to journey to the Void. It was decided that these…
